Requested by mrsholland199601: Y/N and Peter have been best friends since forever. Y/N gets cheated on and goes to a party to get her mind off of it, which leads to something happening between her and Peter

"What do you mean, you cheated on me?" I choked, making Brad sigh as I stood in front of him.

"I hooked up with a girl at the party the other night. I'm sorry, I was absolutely shit-faced, as was she. I honestly thought that it was you." he chuckled. My eyes widened at him.

"You think that you cheating is okay because she looked like me?" I shook my head as tears started to roll down my face.

"I'm sorry, babe. Is there anything that I can do to make it up to you?" he sighed. I bit my lip.

"There is one thing. You can never talk to me again." I nodded before opening his door and storming out.

"Y/N, babe, come on! We can work through this!" he yelled after me, making me roll my eyes as I stormed out of the uni accommodation building. I choked, tears leaving my eyes as I walked back to my dorm. There were only two things that I needed right now: alcohol, and my best friend slash love of my life, Peter. My mind started to make itself up as I rushed back to my dorm room and started to get ready to put my plan into action.

I knocked on Peter's door, waiting for a response as I held the bottle of vodka in my hand. It opened to reveal Peter, in only low-hanging jogging bottoms. Though I tried to not let that distract me as I walked in. I also didn't miss the flick of Peter's eyes up and down my body as he drank in the tight dress that I was wearing.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asked, his hand still on the doorknob as he looked at me.

"I got cheated on, so I want to get drunk and party with my best friend. That's you." I nodded as I took a swig of the vodka. Peter's eyes wavered and he sighed as he shut the door before walking towards me.

"You got cheated on? I'm sorry, Y/N. Maybe we should talk through that before we go out and get drunk-." I shook my head and put a finger on his lips, shutting him up.

"Nope. We're not talking about my asshole of an ex, we're going to get drunk." I insisted, making Peter chuckle as he curled his arms around my waist.

"How much have you had to drink already? Because I've seen you after only one shot of vodka, and this isn't that." he shook his head. I gulped and tried to ignore the fact that he was looking at my lips.

"I had a few shots before I came here. Come on, it's already ten, we need to start partying." I nodded, reluctantly moving out of his arms and to his wardrobe.

"Y/N, let's think about this." Peter sighed, rolling his eyes as he caught the shirts that I started throwing at him.

"How about this, mix it up a bit?" I smirked as I pulled out his Spiderman suit.

"Y/N, Jesus, put that away before someone sees it." he chuckled, making me giggle as he put it back. He looked down at me.

"Fine, I'll go out with you tonight. But only because I can tell that you're already tipsy at best and I love you too much to let anything happen to you." he chuckled, his hands finding my waist again.

"Aw, Pete. Always the gentleman." I smiled. He chuckled again and shook his head as he started to get dressed.

"Pass me the vodka. If we're going out, I'll also need to be slightly pissed." he nodded.

"That's the spirit, Parker." I smirked as I handed him the vodka bottle. He took a swig of the clear liquid, his eyes screwing shut as he moved the bottle from his lips.

"Fuck." he coughed, shaking his head before buttoning up the shirt that he'd chosen. He looked at me.

"Let's go."

Peter and I walked along the street, music thumping from every house that we passed.

"Which one do we go for?" Peter asked.

"This one, why not." I shrugged as I pointed to a random house.

"Let's go." he nodded, making me smile as he took my hand and we walked into the house. The music got louder, the thumping also intensifying until I could feel the vibrations in my chest. That, added to the shots that I'd had before reaching this point, was making me extremely hazy.

"You okay?" Peter yelled in my ear, making me look up at him.

"I want a drink!" I shouted back. He smirked and shook his head, his hand on my lower waist as we headed through to the packed kitchen. I gulped as we passed couples that were making out and pinning each other against the wall, my mind trying to push out the thought that I wanted that to be so desperately Peter and I. We got into the kitchen and looked at the assortment of drinks on offer.

"Shots?" Peter suggested.

"Anything to get me more drunk." I nodded, making Peter return it as he poured us a shot each. I picked up one of the shot glasses, looking at Peter as he raised his.

"To you now being a free woman." he smiled.

"Even if not by choice." I returned before we clinked the shot glasses and downed the liquid.

"Fuck." Peter groaned, shaking his head as I screwed my eyes shut.

"Y/N?" I looked up and my eyes widened as Brad stood at the door to the kitchen.

"Leave me alone, Brad, I don't want to hear it." I sighed and looked down, though feeling reassured by Peter wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his side.

"Please, babe, just give me one more chance. She meant nothing, I swear." he tried to convince me.

"She said to leave her alone. So you need to go." Peter nodded, making me look up as he defended me. Brad scoffed and walked towards us.

"Good to see that you've already found a new boy-toy. Just didn't realise that it would be your asshole best friend." he nodded as he tried to stare Peter down. It wasn't working, though.

"At least I didn't cheat on her." Peter returned the nod, returning Brad's stare so that they were right in front of each other.

"Pete, please. I've let this asshole ruin enough of my day already." I spoke as I gently slipped my hand into his. Peter sighed, clenching his jaw one more time at Brad before tearing his gaze away to look at me.

"Yeah, okay. Let's go dance." he nodded. I returned it, biting my lip as I pulled Peter into the living room.

Peter and I stood in the middle of the dance-floor, dancing together and both drunk out of our minds as we relished each other's company. I closed my eyes, my mind on cloud nine as I practically grinded against him. My back was pressed to his chest, my head on his shoulder and his hands on my waist and thighs as we danced to the thumping music. I couldn't help but moan quietly as Peter leant his head down and peppered light kisses along my neck, making me grateful for the volume of the music. I bit my lip and tried to ignore the tingling in between my legs. Was I really so drunk that I was about to fuck my best friend, who I was secretly in love with? The answer was yes. I continued to grind my ass down into Peter's crotch, a smirk dancing on my lips as he moaned into my ear. That told me that my plan was working.

"Fuck, Y/N, stop, I don't know how much more of this I can handle." he moaned into my ear, making me gulp. This is my chance, I thought as I turned around in his arms.

"You don't have to handle it, Peter. What if I want you to just let go?" I yelled over the music. Peter's eyes widened slightly.

"Are you suggesting what I think you are? Are you sure?" he gulped. I nodded and bit my lip. His Adam's apple bobbed again, telling me that he was thinking about it.

"Fuck it." he mumbled before taking my face into his hands and smashing our lips together. I returned the kiss immediately, holding his face as his hands moved to my waist and pulled my hips against his. I moaned into the kiss, making Peter smirk as he slid his tongue into my mouth. We continued to make out in the crowd of people, not giving a shit about everyone dancing around us. I broke the kiss, making Peter look at me. I bit my lip and kept my gaze on him as I took his hand and started to pull him out of the crowd. A small smirk curled onto his lips, telling me that he was game for where this was going. I pulled him to the stairs and started to pull him up them, a giggle leaving my lips as he eagerly followed behind me. I opened a random door and thanked any god out there that it was an empty bedroom as I pulled Peter in. As soon as I turned around, he joined our lips again, his hands gripping my waist as he shut the door with his foot. We continued to make out as we stumbled to the bed. Time to take over, I thought as I turned us around and pushed him onto the bed. He landed with a thump, his legs hanging off of the edge as he looked up at me. I smirked, making him return it as I straddled him and joined our lips again. He smirked into the kiss, his hands moving the skirt of my dress further up my thighs as his hands roamed my body. I broke the kiss and moved my lips down to his neck. He tilted his head to the side, giving me more access and moaning quietly as I bit and nipped at his skin. The sound was like heaven to me, his soft moans paired with his large hands gripping my body only spurring me on more. I started to unbutton his shirt as I kissed my way down, Peter helping me as his fingers undid the shirt. I pulled it open before sitting up on him and just taking a moment to admire his body. Peter had gotten ripped years ago, just after he had turned into Spiderman. Being in love with him, I had always admired his stunning body whenever he'd been shirtless around me, but this was the first time that I'd been able to openly admire them without making it awkward.

"Like what you see, babe?" he smirked.

"Fuck yes." I nodded, making him laugh as I kissed down his abs and torso. The laugh died and his breathing started to jump as I trailed my lips down to the top of his jeans. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, making his breath hitch as I slowly undid the zip of his jeans.

"Fuck, babe, I can't tell you how many times I've imagined seeing you like this." he admitted. I smirked, his words only giving me more confidence as I reached my hand into his boxers and pulled his rock-hard dick out. I took it into my hand, making Peter moan as I started to pump it slowly.

"Jesus, angel." he moaned loudly. I smirked as I leant down and gently wrapped my lips around his tip, making him gasp at the feeling.

"Oh my god." he choked as he raised a hand to my head and gently pushed my mouth further down onto him. Not that I minded. I started to bob my mouth onto his dick, taking more of him each time and massaging what I couldn't fit in with my hand.

"You feel amazing, babe, Jesus." he moaned, looking down at me and gently gathering my hair into a ponytail as I continued to bob my head down on him. Suddenly, Peter gently tugged on my hair, making me look up at him.

"Stop, stop, I'll cum if you keep doing that. And I want to taste you before that happens." he nodded. I smirked and returned the nod as I removed my mouth from his dick before straddling him again. I leant down and joined our lips again, Peter returning the kiss as he held my waist. He rolled us over, him now on top as I lay against the bed.

"Your turn, beautiful." he mumbled, making me moan at his words as he moved his kisses down to my neck. He pulled the skirt of my dress to my hips, a moan leaving his lips as he saw the black thong that was the only piece of material left between him and my now soaking core. He pulled the dress further up my body, making me sit up so that he could take it off. He pulled it off and chucked it onto the floor, also taking his shirt off as I lay back down on the bed.

"You're so gorgeous, babe." he mumbled as he kissed down the valley of my breasts, his hands gripping my torso.

"Pete, hurry." I whined, making him smirk against my skin as he kissed down my stomach and towards my panty-line.

"Patience, angel." he cooed gently. He looked at me, making me bite my lip as he hooked his fingers around my thong before pulling it down my legs. I hissed as the cold air hit my pulsing core, Peter looking at it with a hunger in his eyes as he chucked my underwear over his shoulder. He put my legs over his shoulders, my hands going down to his hair in anticipation of what was about to happen. He looked at me, a smirk on his lips as he just gazed at me.

"Peter, please-." I was cut off by my own gasp as suddenly, he leant down and harshly sucked on my clit.

"Fuck." I moaned loudly, my fingers pulling on his curls and my back arching off of the bed as his tongue lapped up my juices. I choked, waves of pleasure already cascading through me and the knot in my stomach already forming as his mouth worked wonders on my pussy.

"You taste so good, babe." he mumbled, making me cry out again as him speaking sent vibrations through my body.

"Fuck, Pete, just like that." I nodded. He smirked against my clit, his lips feeling like pure magic. I gasped as I felt him slowly push a finger into me, making me moan and arch my back again.

"Jesus, Pete." I choked.

"You think that you're ready for something a little bigger, angel?" he asked, making me smirk and look at him.

"Definitely." I nodded. He returned it, giving my clit one last kiss as he removed his finger. He crawled back up to me, kissing up my skin as he went. I took his face as he got back to me and pulled him down for another hungry kiss.

"Do you have a condom?" I mumbled, my eyes fluttering shut as his lips went to my neck again. He froze.

"Shit, no. I didn't think that far ahead." he groaned as he looked around, I assumed to see if there were any condoms in whoever's room we were using.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill, that'll cover us." I reassured. He looked at me.

"Perfect." he smirked before starting to push into me. My eyes fluttered shut again, moans leaving both of our lips as he bottomed out.

"Fuck, angel, you feel amazing." he moaned, dropping his head onto my shoulder as he started to thrust into me.

"You do too-fuck!" I cried out as Peter already started to brush my g-spot with the tip of his dick. Slowly but surely, his pace sped up, the sounds of our moans and skin slapping together bouncing off of the walls. I wrapped my legs around Peter's waist, one of his strong arms holding his weight up whilst the other hand gripped my hip.

"Fucking hell." Peter grunted into my neck, more pleasure being added to what I was feeling as he nipped and bit at my neck. I would definitely have some hickeys to cover up in the coming days. I bit my lip so hard that I was sure that it would bleed as the knot quickly grew tighter with every movement that Peter made.

"Babe, I'm close." I nodded.

"Trust me, so am I." he moaned, making me smirk at the idea that it was me making Peter feel this way. And I loved knowing that. His thrusts started to get sloppy, telling me that he was desperately chasing his high as his hips snapped against mine. I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my body into Peter's chest as I could feel the knot on the verge of exploding, Peter's arm hooking under my back to hold me against his chest.

"Peter." I moaned loudly as I came, my legs shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. He came seconds later, moans and profanities spilling from his lips as he stilled before collapsing on top of me, his arm still holding me into his chest. We breathed heavily, pants leaving our lips we came down from the highs that we'd just experienced.

"I think that that's the best sex that I've ever had." Peter nodded, making me laugh as he pulled out of me and rolled onto the other side of the bed.

"It's okay, Pete, you don't have to over-exaggerate just to make me feel good." I chuckled.

"I'm being serious. We'll talk about it in the morning." he spoke. My eyebrows furrowed as I questioned what he meant by that, but I shrugged it off, my mind still too hazy to care. He wrapped his arm over my stomach, making me rest my head in his neck as our eyes fluttered shut and we drifted off into sleep.

My head banged harshly, making groans leave my lips as my body started to wake up. I peeled my eyes open, them squinting at the harsh morning sun that was spilling into the room. I looked to my side, nerves starting to fill my stomach as Peter also started to stir. I gulped. What if he thought that this was just meant to be a one-night stand or that he was just a rebound, instead of the truth that I had wanted to have sex with him? I guessed that there was only one way to find out. Peter groaned quietly as he started to wake up, telling me that he was also hungover. His eyes fluttered open, the hazel in them looking stunning in the light. He looked at me.

"Hey." he chuckled, his voice raspy as he curled his arm over my waist and pulled me towards him so that we were facing each other. I bit my lip.

"Hey." I whispered.

"Last night was amazing." he admitted. I couldn't help but smile at his words.

"Really? I was afraid that you'd wake up and either regret it, or that you'd wake up thinking that this was just a drunken one-night stand for the sake of me rebounding." I confessed. Peter's eyebrows furrowed at me.

"I definitely don't regret it, babe. And I hope that it was meant to be more than just that." he chuckled nervously. I nodded and moved closer to him, making him look at my lips.

"It was meant to be more than just that, it is meant to be more. I did it because I want to be with you. Think of us sleeping together as my love confession to you." I smiled, making him laugh and nod.

"I will do. Because it was my love confession to you too." he nodded. I bit my lip, the smile growing as I gently took his face. I leant in and pressed our lips together, Peter returning the kiss as he held my waist. I broke the kiss and looked at him.

"How about our first date being going to the uni diner for breakfast? Because I'm starving." he scoffed as he sat up in the bed.

"Oh, I'm there. Pancakes, maple syrup, bacon." I sighed in bliss.

"Stop it, you're making me even more hungry." he teased, making me smile as I stood up and we both got dressed. Peter took my hand once we were ready and looked at me.

"Let's go." he smiled. I returned it and leant up to peck his lips, him returning the kiss as we left the bedroom.